The Amazon Queen

The Amazon Queen

by RiverOtter

Warning! Adult Content!

This story contains strong sexual content and is intended for mature audiences and is not suitable for minors.

This story is copyrighted © 2007 by RiverOtter. This story is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any real persons, living or dead, is unintended and purely coincidental. It may not be sold or redistributed for profit in any form. Archiving and posting online is permitted if the story is kept intact in its original form, and proper credit is given.

Sincere comments, feedback and criticism are welcome.

Characters are listed at the beginning of chapter 1.

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Chapter 4: Friends

When Amber had settled in, Keira sent her to work to earn extra income. Amber spent her first morning in a village orchard, gathering fruit for the Amazons while Keira went out hunting in the Lyrian wilderness. The Amazons were primarily hunters and traders, but some cultivated small fields and herds. There was no such thing as a horse collar in those days, and thus it was more practical to hitch a slave girl to a plow than a horse. Fortunately for Amber, because she was first and foremost as a “pleasure” slave, she was spared the most laborious and dirty tasks.

There were a few Amazon guards on the lookout in the orchard, overseeing the slave girls who worked. They were lean and well-toned like Keira, and sometimes they came over and pinched Amber's breasts and buttocks playfully, but otherwise no one bothered her. It was easier work than she had done in the prison camp, for which Amber was grateful. She was getting a faint tan from the pleasant sun that was neither too harsh nor too distant, which left no lines on her body—slaves always went entirely without clothing. Keira had given her a thin leather belt with some feathers hanging from it, and decorated her with earrings, but nothing covered Amber's shaved sex or perky breasts. She saw a few other slave girls, all young and attractive, and all nude like herself except for occasional adornments and jewelry.

Amber was looking at the others so intently she forgot to watch her step and stumbled, dropping the basket she was using. A bundle of apples spilled out. She sighed in dismay. A slender girl about Amber's age walked over to her hurriedly. She too was nude and wore a metal collar, like Amber. She was thin and athletic; her figure not quite as rounded as Amber or Keira's, but very pretty. Her face was bright and expressive, with a few freckles that looked cute on her. Her hair was light brown, almost blonde but not nearly as yellow as Amber's, and cut short a little past her ears.

“Here, take mine,” she said. She practically pushed her own basket into Amber's arms. She then got down and began to gather up the fallen apples. Amber saw why the slave girl had acted so hurriedly—a woman on guard saw them a moment later and came over. The Amazon, clad in a leather skirt, boots and halter top looked intimidating to Amber, who cast her eyes down.

“What did you do, Natalie?” asked the guard, exasperation in her voice.

“I just fell, Mistress,” said the slave girl.

“You're so clumsy. What are we going to do with you?” the guard woman sighed. She took out a light wooden switch and struck it across Natalie's backside several times. Natalie apologized humbly and the guard went away.

Natalie waited until the Amazon was out of earshot.

“It's ok,” she said. “We can talk quietly if we keep working. Just not in front of a Mistress; that's disrespectful.”

“Thank you,” said Amber. “You didn't have to do that for me, really. I don't want to get you in trouble.”

Natalie gave a mischievous smirk. The earlier expression of contrition she had worn for the guard disappeared. “They expect that of me. I get in trouble a lot anyway. I saw you were new here, and I didn't want you to get the same reputation as I have.”

“They punish you a great deal?” said Amber with pity. “I'm sorry to hear that.”

Natalie shrugged, her expression carefree. “It's only when I misbehave. Which happens a lot.”

“I see...”

“Tell me about yourself,” said Natalie.

“My name is Amber. I'm an Avalonian—at least, I was.”

“Is it true what they say about Avalonian women?”

“What is that?”

“I have no idea what they say about them, I just want to know if it's true or not” said Natalie with a smile. “I'm just joking. I've never really been away from Lyria.”

“You were raised here?” Amber asked.

Natalie nodded. “My sister Naomi and I were both raised here. When I came of age, my Mistress collared me. I've been hers ever since.”

“What's it like here?” asked Amber intently. “How does your Mistress treat you? Does she let you see your sister?”

Natalie laughed a little at the question. “I should hope so. She is my sister. And I'm happy with her, if that answers your question. I don't have many reasons to complain, anyway.”

“Your sister is free, and you aren't?”

Natalie shrugged. “We had a choice. We were orphans from some place I don't remember. The Amazons found us and raised us here. When we reached maturity they said we could become one of them. My sister Naomi did, but I didn't.”

“Why not?”

“Do you know how hard they train? It's a tough life. I don't think it's worth it, myself; I don't have the drive or determination for that. So I figured why not let someone else provide for me? When you see how hard being a hunter and warrior full time is, you'll realize we have the better end of the deal. Our mother gave me as a present to Naomi when she moved out on her own, and I've served her ever since.”

“But isn't it awkward, I mean, your sister...?”

Natalie shrugged casually. “Any two women can make love without consequence, so it doesn't matter. We love each other, and she takes good care of me, so I do my best to please her. Of course I was shy at first, but when Naomi takes me, it's wonderful. She's been training me really well.”

Amber wondered at Natalie's story. At least, she thought, it was possible for a slave to be happy here.

“You two are going to get into trouble if don't keep working,” a low voice warned.

“We were just talking,” said Natalie.

“That's how it usually starts with you,” the new woman said. “Hello,” she said to Amber. “I'm Claire. I believe I know your Mistress.”

Claire was in her mid twenties and very beautiful, Amber thought. She was naked and collared like Amber and Natalie. Her figure was fully developed, with pleasantly wide hips and an ample bosom. Her hair was deep red—redder than Amber had ever seen before. It was tied back in a ponytail, framing her oval face and full lips. Claire moved calmly and gracefully, with no hint of shyness. She radiated a confidant warmth that reminded Amber of her own mother.

“Spend time with her, and you will definitely get in trouble,” said Claire with a warning look. Natalie put on the most innocent, saintly expression Amber had ever seen and then burst into a giggle. Claire shook her head with a faint smile.

Amber went back to work and Claire joined her.

“I heard you were from Avalonia...it's beautiful there, isn't it?” asked the redhead.

“Yes,” said Amber, her face brightening. “Have you been there?”

“My family lived there many years,” she said with a trace of sadness. “Green fields, tall trees...I do miss it.”

“Were you taken from there?” asked Amber softly.

“No...my Mistress save me, actually...it's a long story, though.” said Claire, who then decided to change the subject to something cheerier. “I always thought Keira could cheer up a bit; she seems so serious all the time,” said Claire. “She is well versed in the arts of love—I can attest to that.”

“Oh,” said Amber, “You mean you've...been with her before?”

Claire nodded. “Dawn, her younger sister, is my Mistress. Keira borrows me from time to time. I quite like her.”

Amber paused. She realized she felt a stab of jealousy towards Claire. She hadn't thought of Keira making love to other women. Amber then remembered what Keira had told her about her family. “Dawn is only a child, isn't she?”

“Well, she's fifteen, so she's old enough,” said Claire. “Younger than most, I suppose. I suspect they let her go out and raid that young because she's the Matron's daughter, and her sisters watch over her. I think she's a good Mistress, at any rate.”

“It just seems humiliating...to be ordered by one so young,” said Amber. “I don't think I would like that.”

“Some said she was too young,” said Claire. “But Dawn saved my life. I was running away from a...a bad situation and ended up here a few months ago; I was reckless. I don't know what would have happened if she hadn't found me.”

“May I ask a question?” Amber asked quietly as they worked.

“Go ahead.”

“Why is that girl named Belle treated like...like she is?”

“Oh, that's an interesting story,” said Claire. “I'll tell you...let me think where to begin...” Belle, strange as it was to hear, had been a monster—a real tyrant. Only in her teens, she was small in stature but had been in complete charge of a feudal manor by virtue of her birth, in a kingdom called Calledon , free from supervision of other nobles or her parents (who apparently never instilled any sense of responsibility in her). She would abuse her servants on a whim and over-taxed her subjects, making their lives very difficult. She came to the attention of the Amazons when, in her greed, she sent her soldiers to raid one of their villages. The Amazons, none too happy about it, sent a war party led by Chandra to let the outsiders know how they felt about such things.

In the fight, Belle's guards deserted her and the servants turned on her; Chandra actually saved Belle's life by pulling hr away from them. The serving girls and treasure were divided up among the Amazons, but no one was interested in owning the insolent and rebellious Belle. The girl's legs were badly broken and couldn't be set correctly. He hands were burned and some of her fingers were useless. Someone had tried to cut her throat and it was now painful for her to try and speak properly. Chandra nursed her back to health, even breastfeeding her personally, out of sheer pity, and actually found a use for her as soon as Belle was healthy enough to crawl around—namely as her “pet.” Chandra crafted a tail out of Belle's own hair and somehow grafted it onto her skin. She took Belle on walks, taught her simple commands to obey, and made her chase balls for everyone's amusement.

“I don't think Belle was her name originally; I think Chandra gave her the name of her old cat. No one remembers her original name now, anyway,” said Claire. Natalie thought that was funny.

“I would have been tempted to put her out of her misery, if you don't mind my saying so,” Amber said. She had no sympathy for people like that, having been abused by her captors not long ago.

“Yes, but as a pet she's really very sexy,” said Natalie. “Mistress Chandra is pleased with her skill with her tongue. And at playing fetch,” she laughed.

Natalie picked an apple and took a large bite out of it.

“Isn't that risky?” said Amber. “They'll punish you if they catch you.”

Natalie shrugged. “I guess they will. I'm hungry.”

Amber was gathering and speaking furtively to the two girls, away from the guards, when she heard her Mistress calling her. Amber waved goodbye and gathered up her basket. After putting it away, she went to Keira, who clipped a leash onto her collar.

“Are we going home, Mistress?”

“Not yet, dear. I have a lesson for you now.”

It was almost mid day, time for other chores, and the other slave girls were also leaving. She saw an Amazon who looked much like Natalie and must have been her sister, who came and took Natalie over her knee and spanked her soundly. Natalie got up and apologized for her indiscretion with a look of abject remorse, then knelt to kiss her sister's feet. Naomi, her sister, didn't seem to believe it. She waved her hand back and forth in front of Natalie and scolded her like a child. She finally clipped a leash to Natalie's collar and made her crawl behind her on all fours. Probably she intended to punish her further. Following her Mistress, Natalie turned her head to Amber when she passed and flashed a mischievous smirk.

She must have known she was going to get caught, thought Amber. I wonder why she did it.

Dawn, Keira's younger sister, arrived with her. Keira showed off Amber to her. Amber tried not to wince as the teenage girl ran her fingers all over her body, pinching her breasts and the folds of her labia. Amber kept her eyes down.

“Very nice,” said the girl. “I'll have to borrow her some time.” Dawn put two fingers in her mouth and whistled sharply. Her slave, Claire, heard and walked over to her. When she arrived, Claire knelt and picked a flower from the ground with her teeth. She rose to her knees and gave it to her Mistress.

“She's so sweet,” said Keira. The older woman smiled affectionately at the Dawn, who took her by the hand and led her away.

Keira told Amber she had to learn to suck a man's cock, something Amber had never done before. She begged Keira not to make her, but the Amazon took her chin firmly in hand and looked her squarely in the eye.

“You will pleasure who I want, when I want,” said Keira firmly. “That is how you earn your keep around here. Every Amazon here is your Mistress, and you will serve any man or woman you are ordered to, without hesitation. Understood?”

She spoke with such firmness that Amber could only nod meekly and apologize.

Keira led her to a guarded gate at the eastern end of Timberwood, where a tall, powerfully built northman named Sven was employed as a guard. Amber was rather frightened of him. Keira walked up to him and offered Amber to him, explaining what she wanted. Sven laughed and looked down at the lovely slave girl, who averted her eyes.

“I have an Avalonian girl for you today,” said Keira.

“Really? Never been able to afford the company of one before,” said the man with a hearty laugh.

“She's not experienced, so I'll have to coach her,” said Keira.

“I'm not picky,” said Sven. “This beauty can measure my cock any time. So can you,” he smiled at Keira.

“On your knees, slave,” Keira ordered Amber. She gave a short jerk on Amber's chain and the young woman knelt in front of Sven, who unfastened his trousers. His shaft came out and quickly grew long and thick, and he smiled lewdly at the nervous slave girl. Keira told her what to do.

“Trace the bottom with your tongue, slave,” she ordered sternly.

Amber did so; the taste of his cock was warm and fleshy, and it grew harder with the attentions of her tongue. At Keira's urging she rubbed the head of Sven's cock between her teeth, ever so gently. She now knew where to find the single most sensitive area of a man. She rolled her tongue over the tip for a minute or so, tasting the salty white liquid that dribbled out. Sven closed his eyes, tilted his head back and smiled.

“All of it now. Fold your tongue around it,” said Keira.

Amber thought she might choke but didn't dare disobey her Mistress. She took the thick shaft into her mouth and closed her lips around it as Keira guided her head back and forth. Sven began to breathe heavily, and sighed like someone stranded in a desert receiving his first drink of water in days. The cock moved of its own accord in her mouth, bulging out of Amber's cheek. She continued to move her head back and forth. Keira showed her how to keep it steady; Amber made a ring with her thumb and middle finger and placed it around the base of Sven's shaft. She moved her fingers up and down his cock whenever her head pulled back.

Keira then had Amber take Sven's scrotum in her mouth; she licked the salty skin around it. Sven was amused by her amateurish efforts, but satisfied all the same. More semen dropped onto her cheek but Amber ignored it.

“Now,” said Keira, “You will take it all the way in. Your lips should reach his balls.”

Amber didn't think she could, but Keira held her head firmly and pushed forward. The tip of Sven's cock touched the very back of Amber's throat and she squealed little, afraid her air would be cut off, but Keira held firm. She pushed her head even harder. Amber closed her eyes, and Sven laughed at her.

Again and again her head moved back and forth. More semen dribbled out, trailing on her tongue whenever she pulled out. It was a strange taste to Amber.

“Play with yourself, slave; you should be wet by now,” ordered Keira.

Amber brought her free hand down and fingered her pussy. She was indeed a little moist. She put her fingers up into the slick folds of her labia and pushed up and down to the same rhythm of her head movements. She still had to suppress her gag reflex when she took the cock all the way into her mouth, but found she could take more than she first thought. She rolled her tongue around it, as her Mistress ordered. She felt it begin to quiver.

After another couple minutes or so of this, Sven's sighs became louder and more frequent. Finally his cock seemed to vibrate of it's own accord and the warm, sticky fluid gushed out. Amber swallowed a good deal of the salty substance; the rest spilled onto her breast and thigh.

“Take it in, Avalonian slut...aaaahhh, that was much appreciated, Miss Keira,” said Sven as her wiped himself off and re-fastened his leather trousers. “I haven't been attended to like that in a while.”

“It was her first time, I hope you understand,” said Keira.

“Aww, she's a real sweetie,” said Sven as he slapped Amber's breast playfully. “Don't be too hard on her. Soon she'll be able to suck a man off in half a minute flat, soon.”

Amber wiped the semen off her lips. Keira tugged her leash sharply and she stood up. Her Mistress pulled her wrists behind her back and clipped her wrists together, then wiped the rest of the semen off her body.

“I don't think she's ready for any competitions just yet. Thank you again for your time.”

“Thank you, Miss Keira. Bring that cutie to me whenever you want. I'll teach her good.”

Keira led Amber back to the village.

“Like it or not, a slave who can't suck a cock well isn't much of a slave,” she said.

“Did I do all right, Mistress?” Amber asked.

“Well, you put out an honest effort, I'll say that much. You'll get better.”

Amber was just glad to hear she hadn't earned herself a punishment.

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A few days passed, and Amber slowly began to adjust to her new life. Her old concerns already seemed far away. All she could think about now were the exciting ways Keira could pleasure her, and avoiding her Mistress's punishments. She relished making love to Keira, but feared her Amazon owner at the same time. She had not yet begged for mercy from her. She didn't mind most of the work she had to do, and now and again she had a little free time. As a pleasure slave it was important that she look attractive, so at home she spent a good deal of time fixing her growing hair and applying creams, oils and makeup on herself when not cleaning and cooking for Keira.

Sometimes Amber worked in Timberwood's merchants' square. Like most raiding peoples, the Amazons had established trading posts in many places they went; sons born to them usually left and settled in these areas to work as traders when they were old enough. The result was a good number of trading caravans and stands of all sorts of goods, along with some shops.

Often Amber was sent to work in a shop that sold training equipment, so that customers could try out various whips, paddles and dildos on her. This kind of work she liked least of all. She had to stand, or perhaps bend over, and stay still as various objects were methodically placed inside her most private areas. Or an Amazon might come to see what kind of marks a certain whip might made. If Amber hesitated or resisted in any way, the shopkeeper had leave to punish her. For extra pay Keira also let him use Amber in certain ways himself. She had to suck his cock whenever he felt the desire, and sometimes he would penetrate her anally. This brought her little pleasure and much humiliation.

One day, after a morning spent in the shop, Keira collected Amber (and her wages) and led her away. They came to the house of Keira's close friend, named Talia. The two Amazons had brought down a small deer together that morning and were going to clean and cook it. Amber was leashed to a ring on the wall and knelt on a sofa in Talia's cabin's lower room, her hands bound behind her.

“She'll cook, but she hates to clean a fresh kill,” said Keira. Talia thought this was funny.

Amber tried to keep her mind off the initial smell. A cooking fire was started, and the much more agreeable aroma of roast venison filled the room. Keira finally unhooked Amber's chain for the wall and brought her to the low table where the two Amazons sat and talked as they ate. The Amazons did not use chairs; their tables were all low to the ground. A small plate was put before Amber. Without the use of her hands, she could still bend over and take the sweet meat into her mouth. When she was finished, she rested her head on Keira's lap. Her Mistress occasionally held out more scraps for her to eat.

They talked about the places they'd been. Amber realized Keira had seen more of the world than she herself even knew existed. She would have liked to ask them about their travels, but she knew better than to interrupt her Mistress.

“I'm going to to the west lands in a few days,” said Keira.

“Oh? Have you heard anything about the villages there?”

“Perhaps,” Keira said slyly. “I'm going to have to leave Amber with my sister.”

“Chandra?”

“Mmm-hm.”

“That will be a new experience for her, I'm sure,” said Talia, with a look of pity that made Amber nervous. “I remember when we raided a fishing village in Corsinia that was so poor they could hardly pay us any tribute at all. Chandra was furious; she was going to burn the place down. We convinced her not to; the poor people were so frightened! Finally we found three grown daughters, all from the same family, and we took them back with us for our troubles.”

“I think I saw them once; they were all ponygirls in the same team,” said Keira. “A nice gesture, to keep them together like that.”

Amber wondered what a “ponygirl” was—why would anyone want a horse-faced woman?

After the meal, the two Amazons brought Amber to the center of the room, a carpeted area surrounded by the backless sofas. Amber's hands were freed and Talia produced a tub of water and soap so Amber could wash their feet. In almost all ancient cultures, this was considered the lowest form of servitude, but for Amber it was far from the worst. When she was done, The two women decided they wanted some amusement. Amber's hands were fastened behind her again. Keira ordered Amber to pick up a phallus Talia kept on a nearby table; Amber wondered why anyone would keep such a thing in plain view. She had to carry it in her mouth. Keira stepped out of her leather trousers and slipped off her thong. She reclined on her back on the sofa, and pulled Amber's leash towards her. She raised one leg up and spread the other out.

“You know what to do slave,” she said. She tugged on the leash until Amber was kneeling before her. Holding the metal object in her mouth, Amber pushed it into Keira's pussy. Keira rocked back and forth, stretching luxuriously, rubbing her breasts together.

“Mmm, that's good,” she sighed. She tugged harder on Amber's leash, forcing her to plunge the phallus a little deeper and harder into her.

Keira close her eyes and breathed heavily but quietly. The soft, moist folds of her labia opened as the steel shaft penetrated her again and again. Her juices ran down the inside of her thighs where Amber's cheeks brushed against her skin. Talia watched with lustful interest. Amber worked the phallus into Keira over and over, not too slow or fast.

“Would you like to join us?” Keira asked Talia. The latter nodded. It was not uncommon among the Amazons for close friends to engage in casual sex; it kept the tribe closely knit. There were no exclusive sexual partnerships among the free women, it seemed, but two of them could grow very close.

Talia stripped down. Keira handed Amber's chain to her. Talia knelt between the Mistress and slave, facing Keira, and licked her fingers. She rubbed her saliva on her own pussy and began to lick Keira's skin from her waist to her breasts. Keira smiled at her friend. Talia tugged Amber's chain, and the slave girl spread her knees for balance. She opened Talia's moist nether lips with the tip of the phallus and now pushed the metal clenched between her teeth into her. Talia moaned softly. She licked Keira's pussy insistently, fondling her friend's upright breasts as she did so.

Keira moaned and bucked her hips back and forth. She sat upright, and held Talia's head. Her friend buried her mouth in Keira's crotch and pressed her tongue inside. Amber pushed harder and faster when Talia tugged her leash again. Keira looked up at the ceiling, eyes closed, and moaned rhythmically, rocking back and forth.

Talia made a soft moaning sound, inhaling deeply. After a few minutes, the insistent phallus pushed a wave of ecstasy through her. She turned her head around and told Amber to lick her clitoris. Amber put the phallus down awkwardly on the floor, covered now with her saliva and the womens' juices. She moved her tongue around the wet valley in Talia's crotch and found the small, fleshy button poking out from her skin. She took it and pulled it gently between her teeth, rolling her tongue around it.

After a while Talia lifted her head up and moaned louder from Amber's attentions. She pushed three fingers hard into Keira's pussy and moved them back and forth very quickly. Keira breathed more intensely as she did so. Finally Keira's voice reached a pitch and she exhaled in a slow, sharp series of breaths as her climax washed over her. The two friends lay on the sofa for a little while but didn't have much time; their tryst being just a mid day diversion. Keira got up and began to get get dressed.

“Why don't we do this more often?” she wondered aloud.

“Never enough time,” sighed Talia.

“I know. I have to take Amber home, then go and set traps for a few hours.”

“I can keep an eye on her here, if you want,” said Talia.

“Really? All right, you can borrow her; just make sure she's back by mid afternoon.”

Keira finished dressing and kissed her slave on the forehead, took off her leash, and then let Amber kiss her feet before going outside.

Amber hadn't met Talia before, but she seemed pleasant enough. She stood a little taller than Amber, and had the same slender, athletic build as her friend Keira. Her light brown hair was streaked with gold and hung a little below her shoulders unlike most Amazons, who wore their hair shorter. She had deep dimples at her cheeks and a softly rounded, expressive face with clear, creamy skin.

“So, what are we going to do with you?” she said aloud. Amber smiled amiably but said nothing.

“I'll tell you what. You can have free time until you have to go home, if you do something for me.”

Amber nodded eagerly. She had not had any time by herself since her arrival.

“You have to promise, though, never to tell anyone what it is.”

“What do want, Mistress Talia?” she asked, a little nervously. As far as Amber had seen, the Amazons were anything but secretive about their sexuality.

“Don't worry, nothing that will get you into trouble. I just want to keep it between the two of us. Promise?”

“I promise, Mistress,” said Amber. Since Keira had placed her in Talia's care for the moment, Amber was bound to obey her.

“Good.”

Talia unbound Amber's wrists. She then crawled onto the sofa and rested on her hands and knees.

“I want you to spank me, Amber.”

“Spank you, Mistress?” Amber was puzzled; she wondered what would happen to her if she struck a free woman in this village; she figured the consequences would be extremely unpleasant for her.

“Mm-h'm.” Talia seemed confident of what she wanted. “No one will know. If I tell you to do it, it's not wrong.”

“All right, Mistress.” Amber stood over Talia, who liked her lips in anticipation. Amber felt Talia's firm, well formed bottom and gave her a light smack on the ass.

“You can do it harder than that.”

Amber swung her palm faster and made a louder slap on Talia's cheek. Talia closed her eyes for a moment.

“A little harder.”

Amber spanked her gain. Talia grunted softly and closed her eyes. Her expression was mostly neutral but Amber guessed she enjoyed it.

“Not bad. A few more times.”

Amber obliged. It was admittedly thrilling to spank another woman, but this felt wrong to her; it was something she was not supposed to do.

After some more spanks Talia was satisfied; she stood up off the sofa and rubbed her ass for a moment.

“I've always wondered what that was like,” she said.

“I understand Mistress,” Amber said obligingly, though she wasn't really sure she did. Slave girls like Natalie—the one she had met that morning—must enjoy being disciplined, she thought, but it was still better in her mind to be on the giving end than the receiving one.

Talia sat on the couch and pulled Amber onto her lap. She turned the blonde beauty to face forward, away from her, and slid her hand down to Amber's crotch.

“You're wet down there, aren't you?” she said.

Amber nodded. Once again, the touch of a woman aroused her intensely. She had never imagined doing such things before Keira found her.

Talia slid a pair of fingers into Amber's moist vagina and rubbed softly. She cupped her other hand around Amber's plump breast and thumbed the jutting nipple. Amber sighed in pleasure.

“You're a real catch, aren't you,” she said. “I've been saving up for a slave girl of my own, and then Keira just goes out snatches you out of thin air. How typical,” she laughed.

A warm wave of delight washed over Amber as Talia's fingers pressed deeper into her. She spread her legs further apart. She leaned back, resting her head between Talia's firm breasts and gave herself over to the woman's attentions.

Talia fingered and pinched the slave girl's clit until Amber cried out, then rubbed it vigorously. She kissed the back of Amber's neck, and then pushed four fingers into her groin. Amber was so wet and swelling that they slid in without trouble. Back and forth, Talia rocked the beautiful captive gently as she pressed her fingers deep inside her. Amber sighed heavily each time Talia's hand pushed into her.

This continued for several blissful minutes. Amber's hips bucked harder and harder against Talia's stomach, an her sighs became small exclamations. Finally she gave a long, loud cry, followed by several shorter ones that gradually died away.

“Just a little reward for you, pet,” said Talia with a smile. “Now let's clean up.”

Amber helped Talia clean up the floor and cleared her table, and was then allowed to leave.

“Remember, mid-afternoon, or your Mistress will be angry with us both.”

“Thank you, Mistress Talia. I'll be good.” Amber kissed Talia's feet and departed.

Amber wandered through the village square, making herself scarce and not bothering anyone. She wanted to see the sights the village had to offer, and her curiosity overcame her modesty. The buildings were marvelous, she thought. Some seemed to grow right out of the trees, and everything blended together. She heard the wheels of a carriage come through and turned to look. She saw it was the Matron's. When she saw who pulled the carriage she gaped.

The Matron's twin slave girls were harnessed to it with leather belts and a series of straps that crossed their shoulders, breasts and torso. Their arms were bound at the wrist to the side of their belts, and another short strap connected their elbows, forcing their chests to stick out provocatively. They wore bridles adorned with long, colorful feathers on their heads and bits in their mouths, which were attached to the reigns the Matron held. They stepped in unison and jogged by quickly and easily as the Matron encouraged them with a riding whip. From behind she could see they had anal plugs with long tails flying by, with straps between their legs to help hold them in place. One twin tossed her head up and down playfully. Amber shuddered; she had worn a plug already in the shop and detested it, but these two showed no signs of distress at all.

The carriage stopped at one of the large stores and the Matron stepped out. She unhooked her ponygirls from the bars that drew the carriage, unclipped their reigns and attached a normal leash to their neck collars. She led them inside the wide open doors. Amber couldn't resist walking up to get a closer look and quietly stepped up to the door She stood outside, looked around the doorway and peered in. Inside was a dazzling array of gems, earrings, and feathers that the Amazons wore to decorate themselves. A few women were inside; at least one had a slave girl with her, who stood impassively with her legs wide apart as her Mistress placed various rings through her pierced labia.

Eventually the Matron, leading her charges, came outside again and detached their leashes, putting the reigns back. They went obediently to the bars of the carriage and stood in place.

“It's rude to stare, slave,” said the Matron sharply.

Amber gasped; and a feeling of guilt rushed through her. She blurted out a humble apology, bowed and turned to leave.

“Wait,” said Sheila, the Matron. “I didn't mean to snap at you. Come here, girl.”

Amber walked up to the carriage meekly.

“Would you like to hold her reigns?”

“Oh, yes, Matron,” she said.

Sheila handed a pair of long cords to Amber. They were clipped to the small rings on each side of the ponygirl's lips.

“This is Jessica, and the other is her sister Amanda,” said the Matron. “You can walk her around if you like.”

With the fascination of a child holding the strings of a kite for the first time, Amber pulled gently on the reigns and Jessica stepped forward. Sheila smacked the ponygirl's flanks with her riding whip, and Jessica stepped higher, raising her knees to waist level. Amber stood in place while Jessica paraded in a circle around her.

The twins were well built with highly toned bodies; they were in good shape from the exercise they got. They were a couple years older than Amber, in their prime, with brown hair that gleamed like copper in the sun. Cute little bells jingled on their pierced nipples. Two straps from the belt came down between their legs for support, which covered their pubis a little; these also ran behind them and clipped to a plug inside each girl's anus, from which a tail flowed. Their bits were metal, held by rings at the corners of their lips; these held a short metal bar inside their mouths, with a studded metal ball at the end. If their driver pulled hard enough on the reigns, the girl would feel a sharp pain on the roof of her mouth but wouldn't be damaged.

Jessica tossed her head back and forth and made a whinnying noise, happy for the chance to show off. She raised her shapely legs high and pranced as she went around Amber. Her ponytail swayed behind her. When she had circled back to the the carriage she stood again at the bars.

“Now help me hook them up, slave,” commanded the Matron. There were three bars, one that ran between the girls and two each on the outside. The belts had metal hooks at the side which fastened securely to the carriage bars.

“I remember you,” said the Matron as she climbed onto the carriage seat and took the reigns. “You're the Avalonian girl.”

“Yes, Matron.”

“Give Keira my greetings, and behave yourself.” She made a clicking noise with her tongue and snapped the whip across the twins' backside. They took off at a trot, and Amber watched in fascination until they turned a corner and disappeared.

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